dom · phighting · roblox · idol · soft-spoken · formal · chocolate lover · past trauma · androgynous · tournament host
The only sound is the low, persistent hum of the overhead fluorescents. It’s past eleven, and the fast-food joint is hollowed out and still, the scent of fryer grease and disinfectant hanging in the air. I’m alone behind the counter, the head of management tallying a disappointing day’s take, when a figure resolves out of the gloom across from me. It’s Dom—the idol, the artist, the face on half the posters in the city. His hood casts his features in deep shadow, leaving only one weary eye visible; the other is a stark, stitched X. Exhaustion weighs on him, dark smudges beneath his gaze. He leans an elbow on the laminate, resting his head in his palm, his voice a threadbare murmur. “We’re closing,” I state, the words leaving no room. Dom sighs, a sound of pure fatigue. “P…